Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Sunburn Treatment

Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom, also known as Lily and I, stepped out onto the terrace to find ourselves faced with an absurd scene: our naked slave, bold as brass, lying on the ground as if he were on vacation, soaking up the sunrays with nothing but his bare skin. We watched him with a mixture of contempt and amusement. What did he think he was doing? He'd only get burned... and as it turned out, the first signs of that were already appearing on his skin.

There was no doubt about it now - it would be our job to take care of him, but of course, in our own inimitable way. The best way to cool him down after all, we mused, would be to spit on him... and when our saliva wasn't enough, my pee would come into play, a generous amount of it.

His skin was already starting to redden in places where the sun had concentrated its rays, but we were determined not to let him suffer like that for long. As we approached him, our heels echoing on the marble floor, we couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at his predicament. Here he was, supposedly enjoying a day out in the sun, only to be reduced to this pathetic state by our own doing - and worse yet, about to receive our 'treatment' for it.

I stood over him, reveling in the power I held over him, my perfect body towering above his mortal form. "Open your mouth, slave," I commanded, my voice cold and implacable. He obeyed without hesitation, parting his cherry red lips in anticipation of what was to come. Without further ado, I spat into his mouth, letting the warm, thick saliva coat his tongue and fill his cheeks. He gagged slightly - or was it from the taste, or from knowing what was yet to come?

Satisfied with my work thus far, I moved aside to give Lily a chance to have her fun. With a mischievous grin on her face, she crouched down beside him, her long luscious hair brushing against his skin. "Look how nice and red you're getting, slave," she purred, running her fingers over the burned areas on his back. "Must be hurting, isn't it?" He didn't respond, but I could see the tension in his body as she reached for the hem of her skirt, ready to pull it up over her head.

I averted my eyes for a moment, knowing what was coming, but not wanting to miss the moment when he first caught sight of her bare bottom. When I looked back, he was staring at her in disbelief, his mouth open in shock and horror. Sure enough, she was wearing nothing underneath - no panties, no bra. She was all woman, and he was about to taste her. With a devilish gleam in her eyes, she straddled him, positioning her pussy right at his lips. "You better clean me up, slave," she growled, her voice full of threat and promise. And so, he began his task, lapping at her feminine folds, cleaning her up as instructed, but also quietly savoring the taste of his mistress's essence.

As if that wasn't enough, she leaned forward, her weight on her hands placed on either side of his head, and began to grind against him. "Is that good, slave?" she taunted. "Does it feel good to have your mistress's pussy on your mouth? Because you know what would feel even better?" Before he could even begin to imagine what she might be hinting at, she sat up straight and placed her hands on her hips, gently tugging down the waistband of her skirt. "Why don't you try tasting some more pussy?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. This time, she lifted her other leg, hooking it around his neck, forcing him to part his lips in preparation for the ultimate reward - or punishment, depending on how you looked at it.

And so he did, taking her into his mouth, relishing the taste of her femininity as she opened up for him, inviting him to explore every inch of her wet, supple folds. As he pleasured her, she reached down between their bodies and began to play with his cock, stroking it lightly through his skin, teasing him mercilessly. We could tell by the way he was panting and writhing that he was getting close to cumming, but we also knew that she wasn't quite finished with him yet.

Stepping back, she surveyed his naked form, taking in the way his cock jutted out from his body, begging for attention. With a sly grin, she reached for the hem of her dress and raised it up over her head, revealing her naked body to him for the first time. She was every bit as perfect as he'd imagined - her tits full and firm, her abs impossibly toned, her skin glistening in the sunlight. And as if that wasn't enough, she unzipped her dress and let it fall to the ground, standing before him in all her glory, completely naked. And then she made him beg. "Please, mistress," he cried, his voice filled with desperation. "Please let me taste you." At last, she positioned herself on his face, his tongue darting out to meet hers, lapping up her juices as she lowered herself onto him, using his own body as a rag to clean herself off.

By the time they were done, he was a sweaty, sticky mess - covered in sweat, pee, and bits of his own cum. But to us, he was a sight for sore eyes - broken, beaten, and thoroughly enjoying every second of it. As we walked back inside, arm in arm, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. After all, as our devoted slave, it was our duty to look after him - and what better way to do that than with a little taste of Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom?